Taking a Master, Titled Douluo

"G-G-Give me a master?"

Ye Feng was dumbfounded. He had merely muttered inwardly that Tang San had a Titled Douluo father, yet the system was going to give Ye Feng a master. And a master at the level of a Titled Douluo, no less.

Whoosh

The sound of air being torn apart rang out. A figure descended from the sky.

The newcomer appeared to be an old man. He wore a spotless snow-white robe, his beard and hair entirely white. His long silver hair was neatly combed behind his back. His features were ancient and refined, yet his face was as tender as a baby's. His expression was indifferent, and his eyes seemed unable to see anything around him. He merely stood there silently without speaking. Yet simply standing there gave off the feeling that all things between heaven and earth bowed before him.

The old man descended atop a sword and stepped onto the land of Holy Soul Village. He glanced around before finally fixing his gaze on Ye Feng.

The old man was sizing up Ye Feng, while Ye Feng was also studying the old man who had suddenly descended upon Holy Soul Village.

Whoosh

Immediately afterward, another gust of wind sounded. A man appeared on a nearby rooftop, leaped down, and landed steadily beside the old man without making the slightest sound.

The second man to appear was middle-aged. His face was as refined as jade, with a straight nose and square mouth. He looked elegant and gentle, dressed in a spotless white robe. He seemed to be in his forties, his gaze mild, looking like an ordinary man no matter how one looked at him. His smooth black hair hung down his back, and everything about him seemed casual and without affectation.

"Uncle Sword, is this the place?" the middle-aged man asked.

"He was here just now. Why did he suddenly disappear?" The old man's expression was puzzled, his voice as sharp as a blade that could slice through one's heart.

Uncle Sword?

Ye Feng froze when he heard how the middle-aged man addressed the old man.

Looking across the world of soul masters, there were very few people with such formidable cultivation, white beard and hair, the ability to fly on a sword, and the title Uncle Sword. One person came to Ye Feng's mind: the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Guardian Douluo, Sword Saint Chen Xin.

Ye Feng studied the middle-aged man. His clothing was luxurious, and he exuded nobility. He must be Ning Fengzhi, the Sect Leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"By my calculations, it is time for the children of age in the nearby villages to awaken their Martial Souls. Could he have already left?" Ning Fengzhi asked thoughtfully.

"I don't think he has left." Sword Saint Chen Xin stared intently at Ye Feng.

When Sword Saint Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi had passed by this place, Chen Xin had suddenly sensed a strange fluctuation. Its aura was not weak. As a man obsessed with swords, he could sense that someone nearby possessed a powerful sword-type Martial Soul.

From the fluctuation emitted by the other party's Martial Soul, Sword Saint Chen Xin could tell that its quality was no weaker than his Seven Kill Sword. Driven by curiosity, Sword Saint Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi had come to the Spirit Hall of Holy Soul Village.

"Soul Power Level thirty!" Ning Fengzhi blurted out as he examined Ye Feng.

"Level thirty?" Ye Feng was stunned.

Ye Feng had only just awakened his Martial Soul and did not yet know how to conceal his Soul Power. Under Ning Fengzhi's scrutiny, his Soul Power Level was immediately seen through.

Ye Feng finally understood. No wonder the system had not rewarded him earlier when he complained. His Innate Soul Power was ten levels higher than Qian Renxue's. Naturally, it did not meet the prerequisite for triggering a reward.

"Little Child, what is your Martial Soul? Let me see it." Sword Saint Chen Xin's tone was calm, but it carried an unquestionable authority.

"Alright." Ye Feng smiled faintly and flipped his empty right hand. Nine Heart Profound Tang appeared in his palm.

"Nine Heart Hibiscus?" Ning Fengzhi, who possessed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, was startled.

To Ning Fengzhi, his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul was recognized across the continent as the number one Support System tool Martial Soul. Yet only he knew that the true number one Support System tool Martial Soul on the continent was not the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, but the Nine Heart Hibiscus.

Therefore, Ning Fengzhi held special feelings toward the Nine Heart Hibiscus Martial Soul. The moment he saw Ye Feng's summoned Martial Soul, he immediately thought of the Nine Heart Hibiscus.

"No, this isn't the Nine Heart Hibiscus. It looks exactly like the Nine Heart Hibiscus, but its color and material are clearly wrong." Ning Fengzhi fell into thought as he examined Ye Feng's Martial Soul.

Although Ye Feng's Martial Soul had the same shape as the Nine Heart Hibiscus, it had no color and was transparent, as though it had been carved from jade.

Although Ye Feng's Martial Soul was not the Nine Heart Hibiscus, Ning Fengzhi still stared at Ye Feng in shock. He had already sensed that Ye Feng's Martial Soul was actually of higher quality than the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Shock was also evident in Sword Saint Chen Xin's eyes, but he quickly returned to normal. "I wasn't referring to this Martial Soul. I meant your Sword Martial Soul."

"Sword Martial Soul!"

Ning Fengzhi stared at Ye Feng in astonishment. Repeating Sword Saint Chen Xin's words under his breath, he nearly cried out in petrified disbelief, "Uncle Sword, are you saying... he awakened Twin Martial Souls?"

"Yes."

Sword Saint Chen Xin nodded. As though he had discovered a mountain of gold, he stared at Ye Feng with blazing eyes.

Not only Sword Saint Chen Xin, but even Ning Fengzhi, whose wealth rivaled that of a nation, stared at Ye Feng with fiery eyes.

Throughout history, only two soul masters with Twin Martial Souls were publicly known. One of them was Bibi Dong, the current Pope of Spirit Hall.

If a soul master possessed two Martial Souls, it meant that their number of soul rings would soar to eighteen. Soul rings could increase every attribute of a soul master. The benefits of having nine additional soul rings were self-evident.

However, Sword Saint Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi did not know that Ye Feng possessed not two Martial Souls, but three. The number of soul rings Ye Feng could ultimately possess was not eighteen, but twenty-seven!

"Child, let me see your Sword Martial Soul!" Sword Saint Chen Xin demanded eagerly.

"Fine." Ye Feng agreed helplessly.

Sword Saint Chen Xin's Martial Soul was the Seven Kill Sword. As a Titled Douluo, he was obsessed with swords. Since Ye Feng did not even know how to conceal his Soul Power, it was hardly surprising that the other party had noticed he possessed a sword-type Martial Soul.

Ye Feng raised his left hand, and a tiny golden Precious Sword floated above his palm.

On one side of the blade were engraved the sun, moon, and stars; on the other, mountains, rivers, plants, and trees. On one side of the hilt was inscribed the art of farming and animal husbandry; on the other, the strategy of unifying the four seas.

It shimmered with radiant light and possessed an extraordinary aura.

Although the tiny golden Precious Sword had not yet been fitted with any soul rings, faint ripples still spread through the air around it.

Boom

After the Precious Sword appeared, Sword Saint Chen Xin could clearly feel his Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul trembling without end, as if it had encountered something terrifying.

"Child, you truly awakened Twin Martial Souls."

Ning Fengzhi was extremely excited. Staring straight at Ye Feng, he asked, "Child, are you betrothed?"

Child, are you betrothed?

Ye Feng and Sword Saint Chen Xin both froze, looking at Ning Fengzhi in surprise. His intentions were obvious: Ning Fengzhi wanted Ning Rongrong and Ye Feng to become engaged!

"Feng Zhi!" Sword Saint Chen Xin called out softly.

"Ahem!"

Ning Fengzhi coughed awkwardly, paused, then asked, "Child, where are your parents? Could you take Uncle to meet your dad and mom?"

"My dad and mom are already dead," Ye Feng answered.

"Dead?" Ning Fengzhi raised his brows slightly. Marriage was a matter decided by one's parents and arranged by matchmakers. With Ye Feng's parents dead, Ning Fengzhi had no way to proceed.

"Child, what is your name?" Sword Saint Chen Xin's sword-like gaze saw through Ning Fengzhi's thoughts as he turned to ask Ye Feng.

"Ye Feng. Ye as in leaf, Feng as in mountain peak. Ye Feng," Ye Feng answered.

"Ye Feng... 'Leaves green and flowers red bloom in splendor; from the peak, all mountains appear small.' A fine name." Sword Saint Chen Xin praised him, then paused before adding, "It seems that today, I, Sword Saint Chen Xin, must be stubborn for once."

Stubborn for once?

Ye Feng was startled inwardly. Could it be that Sword Saint Chen Xin wants to take me as his disciple?